Page 124 of Deacon

“Eyes ahead, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Trust me.”

I drag my eyes back, but my body blocks me from seeing what he’s doing to me. Lube drizzles over my asshole, followed by an intense pressure that makes me bite my lip. God, I had no idea I’d love being touched there so much. It drives me crazy, especially because he hasn’t let me come yet.

He pushes the tip of whatever he’s holding into me. My eyes roll back and shut.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re taking that so well,” he rasps.

My pussy throbs. My head is completely empty. All I want is to please him. I keep still with my eyes shut as he eases the toy into me. My ass clenches down around it, and I can tell it’s metal. For a second, I wonder if he put that fence stake in me, but then I remember this toy has a bulb on the tip.

“What is that?” I gasp.

“Anal hook,” he says. “Shift on your hands and knees, lift your head, keep your back straight.”

Wait…what?

Cowed, I do as he says, but my mouth is dry. He takes my braid in his hand, and it feels like he’s fastening something to it.

“Shift to the side but keep your back straight,” he says. “Look in the mirror.”

He guides my body, keeping my chin up with his fingers. I’m three quarters turned from the mirror when he stops me. Carefully, he turns my head so I can see myself.

My toes curl. A deep red blush stains my face.

There’s a steel hook in my ass with a handle that comes up to the middle of my back. Looped through the handle is a canvas strap anchored to my braid.

It makes sense that he’s holding my head; if I dropped it, I’d feel the stretch.

I gulp. I think that’s the point.

He brings his hand down on my ass, spanking hard enough to sting. I whimper, so wet, I feel myself drip around the chastity belt.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “Daddy’s little whore, plugged in every hole.”

I’m blushing so hard, my ears roar. He rises, circling to stand in front of me. His cock hangs inches from my face, still soaked with our cum. He brushes a wisp of hair behind my ear. I look up, meeting his dark eyes.

“Do you want to come?” he asks.

“Yes, daddy,” I gasp. “Please.”

“Then put my cock in your mouth and suck it like you mean it,” he orders.

God, I love it when he’s harsh in the bedroom. It’s not scary. No, it’s like a secret between us, a little contract where he can let the animal inside out, and afterwards, I get spoiled when he’s done.

Obediently, I open my mouth. He pushes his cock between my lips. Sweet and salt mingle on my tongue. He’s a little higher than I can reach properly. I lean forward and freeze as the bulb in my ass stretches.

My pussy clenches.

That feels…amazing.

I bob my head again, taking him to the back of my throat. A moan escapes around his cock. He strokes my head.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he rumbles. “I want to watch you suck me and fuck your own ass.”

I force my eyes to his. God, he’s gorgeous. So big, broad, and covered in tattoos. Hungry, I roll my tongue around the head of his cock, playing with the piercings and the sensitive underside.

“You’re such a slut,” he gasps, vein standing out in his inked-up neck.

I suck, dipping my head. The bulb fucks me as my head bobs down and releases when I come back up. The sensation is overwhelming, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to escape it.

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